Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.